Urgje
© Paulabisiart
© Dirk Engelage
How fragile are you
how robust?
I stretch my fingers,
carefully,
and touch your skin
in thought
I fold my arms
around your trunk
and feel
the power of the earth,
breath your fragrances
of wood, damp leaves
moss, resin,
of abundant life.
And even when
my garment
turns to green,
I do not mind.
It is as though
your life enriches me,
lends power for
another road to go.
I hold you for a moment,
kiss your skin
as though
you were my lover,
then let go
withdraw my hand
open my eyes
and sigh